Vicious Male Raising Cubs Online

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Fortunately, the temperature of the tears was quickly engulfed in the rain and fog.

Tan Qing shrank into He Mingyu's arms, hummed twice, took a bite in the palm of his stretched out hand in retaliation, and opened his mouth: "Fart, I didn't cry... Only the little fat boy loves to cry."

Perhaps because of lack of energy, He Mingyu didn't even leave a tooth mark on his tiger's mouth.

Instead, Tan Qing dropped her head again, exhaled in a low breath, put her head softly on He Mingyu's shoulder, and said dumbly: "I want a kiss."

He Mingyu kissed and talked about Qing.

Tan Qing licked her mouth for a moment, then whispered to He Mingyu: "It seems, there is no thunder."

It really doesn't thunder anymore.

Although the heavy rain is still like falling from the lacquered sky, it rattles non-stop.

But from the moment He Mingyu stood in front of Tan Qing, the thunder that had smashed the night sky with lightning stopped unexpectedly.

Except for the noise of rain falling and the subtle sound of raindrops hitting the rocks.

The dense dense forest seemed extremely quiet.

Although Tan Qing, who was just struggling on the edge of dying, has not recovered yet, at this time not only has He Mingyu's warm body temperature finally warmed up a little—

I also recovered a little bit of IQ.

Thunder stopped.

Is it temporarily stopped?

Because He Mingyu is an out-and-out human without cause and effect?

possible.

This Heavenly Dao has always been very protective of mankind.

Tan Qing didn't tell He Mingyu what was in her mind, only poked him with a little finger.

The thin white fingers happened to hit the exposed arm of He Mingyu.

Tan Qing pursed her lower lip: "Hey, He Mingyu... Why are you so hot?"

When he first met He Mingyu, Tan Qing thought it was because his body temperature was too low that he felt that the temperature on He Mingyu's body was very warm.

But now he has Panhe Mingyu on his body like holding a big stove, and the whole person is slowly warming up.

But He Mingyu was still hot.

Tan Qing subconsciously raised her head and glanced at He Mingyu's expression.

For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was hot sweat or cold rain falling from his jaw.

Tan Qing squeezed herself into He Mingyu's arms again, and said cautiously: "He Mingyu, did Lin Yu have a fever..."

"no."

He Mingyu rubbed the top of Tanqing's hair, "Don't worry."

Tan Qing: "..."

Big asshole.

Tan Qing wanted to scold He Mingyu again, but her body, which had already lost her strength, couldn't even use her mouth flexibly.

He leaned in He Mingyu's arms and stayed quietly for a while, and then tried to move the right hand that had been poked out just now to the side of He Mingyu.

Then he bent his fingers and hooked He Mingyu's hand.

The sky with only rain seemed quiet and harmless.